Words and Books
Are they just words on a piece of paper bound together forever? Maybe, or maybe not. I had a dream on the matter. Here's a recount.
Last night, I dreamt that I answered a work related e-mail on my blackberry and started a chain of events which took us back to the simplistic days of pen and paper.
For some reason, when I tried to respond to an e-mail for a major office related issue or another concerning a large account, my response kept repeating over and over again. It filled up the mail boxes on the system of everyone at the office. The problem kept spreading to cell phones, servers, and all manner of electrical communication device; even land lines. Soon, it was affecting the phones and computers at the competition and in the local community. It just kept spreading and spreading. Eventually, it was as if the entire world was transported back in time to the days before even the telegraph. Radio and television were also rendered useless. The only way to communicate was by written word.
I kept feeling as if I had done something terrible, but at the same time this sense of calm covered me as if the furry of “need it now” was passing into history. As great as it had been to have instantaneous information, there was a certain relief in knowing that words; especially well written and thought out words, would once again dictate and control the future of communication.
Knowing it was not true upon awakening, I still got the affirming sense that writing is very important for sharing experiences, feelings, humor, love, kindness, wisdom, respect and admiration, and so much more. The written word slows down and concentrates the thought process, it allows for imagination, it provides reference and permanence, and it speaks clearly.
For me, the more I write, the more I find myself wanting to write. Perhaps the symbolism of the dream is that if it all goes to hell tomorrow we will still have words to keep us going.
I truly hope so…